Author's Notes:

So, I'm sorry I revoked the fic, but I received some lessons and I thought It would be appropriate to apply them on this particular fic.
Also, now the dialogues are corrected to the english orthography. I'm sorry about the "-" between speech from before, but that was how I was taught over 12 years as a portuguese!

Enjoy the story.

The night was silent. It barely passed from two in the morning and the silence was broken by a small squad of four royal guards in a square formation, patrolling every street and hallway, just like their other comrades.

Its was days since the two fugitives did their crash in the Midnight Gala, and since then, all security in the perimeter around Canterlot was reinforced, considering the troublemakers in the scene.
The towns of Ponyville, Cloudsdale and Dodge City.
Along with the remote zones of Everfree Forest, Rambling Rock Ridge, Foal Moutains and part of the Unicorn Range.
All of them in scouting missions, along with command posts in their building process.

But without any concern, the two most wanted wandered the streets in the shadows, taking joy and pride in mocking the law.

"Another patrol is coming." Said Pinkamena.

"We can wait, we are some streets away." Whispered Mane. "And try keep your voice down. Would be bad having a tenth of the army chasing us."

The said patrol stopped, looked around, and took a turn. And with their sound fading away, the mare sprinted in silence to another hiding spot, and the stallion ran to the same with loud steps. Getting there, Pinkamena stared him with an ironic look.

"What did you said about being silent?"

"I'm a heavy bastard, and you know that!" He answered.

"Whatever, where is the place?" Pinkamena asked while looking at the streets with patrols in their ends.

"There." And Mane pointed at an abandoned building.

Sneaking past some patrols, they headed into the back of the ruined house. Mane opened the trapdoor with his magic, and heading inside with a magic light from his horn, he lit up the dusty underground. Pinkamena looked around, It reminds her of the room where the secret entrance to their house was situated.

Mane stepped to a wall between a old table and a chair and knocked. The sound was hollow, when was supposed to sound kind of solid.
A small gap opened with two yellow eyes staring at Mane. A surprised gasp sounded and a secret wall opened, revealing a well illuminated area full of tables and chairs, and in the end of the room, a bar.

A huge, dark yellow, male earth stallion with spiky green hair advanced at Mane and delivered him a huge tight hug, making him struggle a bit. Pinkamena just watched, hiding behind a wood pillar supporting the underground structure. It was weird seeing somepony greeting Mane so happily, showing he had friends after all.

"Mane Shaker! I thought I would never see you again! How are you, you reckless bastard?"

"I've been good thank you! And you?"

"Fine too! Everypony will be way better as soon they see you! Com-" The stallion noticed Diane hiding. "Friend of yours?"

Mane turned around and pointed the magic light beam at her.
"Oh yeah! She's a friend, don't worry. She's also in the business, an initiate of mine."

"I see... well come in!"

The stallion stepped out of their way and Mane enters followed by Pinkamena. Everypony who was there looked at the visitors, and after a moment of silence, they all raised their cups and cheered to Mane, which answered with a smile.

Everypony had a dangerous look. With their hair in a mess, clothes that were questionable by society. Like leather jackets with patches on them, but inside, they were all nice. The music was heavy and fast, nothing like the music it was used to be heard in the streets, shops or events. The vocalist was like screaming but in a harmonic way, while the instruments were drums and electric guitars.
It was somewhat pleasing to hear...

"Mane! It's been a while!"

"What story do you have to tell us?"

"Come here Shaker! The drink is on the house! We received a supply of your hometown favorite! The strongest of all! Crystal Vodka!" Said the happily the bartender from the other side of the room.

"Thanks, 'Mixer'" Mane walked all the way to the counter, grabbed the shot glass and drank it all in one turn.

Everypony again cheered:
"That's our Mane!"

Leaving him to his glory, Pinkamena stood by the entrance next to the giant bouncer wearing a jacket similar to Mane's, but with a patch in It's back with some initials. He turns at her and their eyes met, and he delivers a nice smile.

"Mane is really famous here, I see..." She commented.

"Yeah..." He said in his low pitch voice. "He's one of our best members, also one of the youngest. He started very young with us, and proved to be a worth member of our association."

"What is this "association", by the way?"

"We are all bounty hunters here. We take contracts to escort somepony, search for something, or in other words, treasure hunters. There are many kinds... or the most extreme ones but rare to happen, killing contracts."

"K-killing contracts?" She said surprised.

"Don't worry miss... We never took innocent lives. It's all about killing the filth in this world..." The bouncer stopped for a moment, then turns to the public. "HEY MANE! Aren't you gonna introduce us your friend?"

All the eyes shoved to both of them by the entrance, and they all faced Pinkamena, who instantly got nervous with their happy looks, and some of them from stallions who looked at her from all sides.

"Sorry miss." Said the bouncer blushing . "It's rare seeing such beautiful mare in these parts, same goes for such color..."

"What is wrong in being pink!?" She shouted angrily.

"Wow! The kitty has claws!" A male voice sounded.

"Who said that! Come here if you dare!", she pulled out a knife, making the bouncer take a step back.

"Hey miss! No fights allowed here!", screamed "Mixer", the bartender.

Mane finished the Crystal Vodka bottle, and stepped forward in front of her.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..."

"I'm sorry..." Whispered Diane while sheathing the knife away.

"It's alright... now come, let's sit and have a drink. It's on the house, they said."

"Sounds good, I guess..."

The two walked to an empty table, and 'Mixer' served to Mane another bottle of Crystal Vodka, which he instantly started drinking. Pinkamena tried to take the bottle, but the stallion quickly shoved away, Saying how strong It was for her. She pouted and looked at 'Mixer'.

"Why do they call you 'Mixer', sir?"

"Give me a minute and I'll show you why!" He said eager to show his talent, and rushed behind the counter with a couple of bottles to their table. "Allow me to show."

He started juggling the bottles, and spilling the drinks inside a huge cup, each mix changing the color. In the end, the drink was dark pink like her, and to a finish touch, he added a straw.

"There you go, miss."

"T-thank you... that was amazing!" She took a sip and giggled at the flavor. "It's delicious! Now I see why."

"Enjoy your drink... So Mane, aren't you gonna introduce this lovely girl?"

Every stallion was staring at her, eager to know who she was. As if they had other thoughts.

"Well, I don't know if anypony here is ready, but..." He saved a breath and then answered. "She's Pinkamena Diane Pie."

"WHAAAAAAAT?!"

Everypony stumbled on their chairs, while some headed behind the counter and hided. The sight of fear swept through the bar.
Dead silence.

"M-Mane... that's not funny, you know. You scared my clients..."

"I'm not joking, 'Mixer'. It's her, the only and unique former "Cupcake Killer"."

Finishing his sentence, Pinkamena delivered a punch in Mane's face, making him fall from his chair, while some ponies gasped in seeing Mane being punched and letting It happen.

"You know how much I hate that name!" She stared enraged at at him. "And yes! I'm Pinkamena! Want any more proves?!"

Standing up, she took out her knife and threw the weapon all the way to a dart board, hitting right in the center.
Everypony looked at the deadly aim and looked back at Diane, which was staring at their eyes with a certain stare.

"So It's true... all the stories..." Said "Mixer" getting out of his cover. "The deadly aim from the distance, and throwing skill with knifes that are NOT supposed to be throwing ones."

Mane laughed at the show, while getting up and putting his chair in place again.

"Come on, everypony! Don't be afraid. She's a good girl, right?" He delivered her a small hug, making her blush.

"Um... yeah! Sorry all that."

The crowd started coming back to their tables, without taking their eyes out of the pink mare, which was still looking at them. Whispers started sounding, and some questions started rising.

"So that story in Canterlot, you were not there to kill her?"

"No." Answered Mane.

"Instead, you were working together?"

"Yes."

"And you prevent her from actually killing Fancy Pants?"

"Precisely."

"Then why did you did you help her getting there? She almost killed him! That makes you an accomplice!"

"That's why I went with her! Besides her hunger for money for her personal reasons, I couldn't let her kill another innocent and return to her former self. Don't you get It?"

"I see that, you changed her somehow..." Said a voice from another room.

"Thunder Fists! Is that you, old bastard?" Mane called at the door.

The door in the bar opened, and a huge elder dark green unicorn stallion holding a whiskey bottle in his hand showed up. His hair was white, just like his beard but with some light grey parts. His old look was deceptive at first glance, outside an old stallion, inside, young like and alive like Mane, and with a strength to match.

"You don't stop surprising me, Shaker..."

"Like you and your health of steel."

"And what did you call me seconds ago!?" Thunder Fists sprinted at Mane and delivered a friendly strong slap in his forehead. "Is that how you talk with elders?!"

Again falling on his back, Mane opened his eyes and laughed loudly at the elder. He calmed down and started laughing along, followed by the rest of the public, while Pinkamena just stared at the entire scene, confused by the chain of events.

"These two never change, do they?!" Laughs 'Mixer' at everypony present, which they answer with laughs as well.

Thunder Fists helped Mane getting up, and just like the bouncer, delivered a huge tight hug making Mane lift up from the floor. The elder looked at Pinkamena and smiled welcoming her to the club.

"Hey miss..." Whispered 'Mixer' at her ear. "Thunder as an eye to read ponies. He sees you are friendly now, and everypony here recognizes that. You are officially welcome here, plus, you were brought by Mane himself..."

"I see... Thank you then."

"Here! Have a drink! It's on the house!"

""Mixer"! If you keep serving for free, how do you expect us to buy more?" Screamed Thunder Fists angrily

"Sorry, boss..." Excused the bartender.

He served another cocktail to Pinkamena, while Mane was guided to the backroom by the strong elder, while talking about something.
She looked around and the same looks were still present. She had a flashback from the gala, when the guests were staring at her, leaving her weak in reaction. A dark blue mare with black curly hair dressed in a black and blue jacket pushed a seat and slowly sat down in front of Pinkamena, afraid of her unsuspecting behavior.

"Erm... hi..." She greeted.

"Oh um... hi there..." Said Diane in a low voice.

"So... um... you are Pinkamena Diane Pie." She said nervous.

"Yeah..."

"The once infamous 'Cupcake Killer'..." Pinkamena growled fiercely at her while holding the cup almost smashing It between her hands. "I'm sorry! I don't mean any offense... you know... you were pretty infamous before, but seems you changed."

"I guess." Said the pink mare firmly, while scanning the blue mare up and down, leaving her even more unsettled.

"Sorry again, where are my manners? I'm Starring Star. I'm a Moon Worshiper. I guess you heard from us anywhere."

"Oh, yeah. Mane once talked about you guys. He admires your 'gospel' if I can call that."

"Pretty much. We prefer the night over the day. I'm kind of a rare case, cause most of the members are bat ponies. You know, the Moon Guard kind."

"That's interesting."

A stallion approached and taking a sit with him, he joined the conversation:
"Hey Miss Diane, how does It feel to rip out the guts of a corpse you just killed?"

"Back when I was a mad one, It felt great regarding what the world done to me... but now feels so wrong, unless I have a reason." She answered without hesitating.

A group started forming around Pinkamena, asking questions and she answering. gratefully without holding back.
The feeling was good for her, finally ponies were getting close of her without fear, as if... she was making friends... For many years, she was stuck in her own world, and Mane rescued her from the loneliness, with a new way of thinking.

"It's a dream coming true..."